Leng Zhiyuan looked over at them. Han Xuan was seated in the wheelchair, and although her face was still very pale, there was a tinge of red on her cheeks. She lowered her gaze to look at the thing that she was holding in her hands. She was holding two red booklets.
Leng Zhiyuan had a glance, and it was a marriage certificate.
Today was the official day that Zhou Yao and Han Xuan got married.
Zhou Yao was also present. He was pushing the wheelchair. He was wearing a black shirt together with a pair of black pants. The cool coloured clothing made him look ice cold. His handsome features did not have any expressions on them, and he pursed his thin lips gently.
They probably had telepathy with one another. At this moment, Zhou Yao raised his head up, and he looked over at Leng Zhiyuan.
Their gazes collided in mid air.
